writing as a snapshot

I have been thinking...a lot. My thoughts range from self, to others, through windy roads of memories. I think about actions, both taken and passed over. I think about writing and why I write. My mind flickers at this thought. Right now it seems more important than ever to answer this question. I write to search for meaning in my thoughts. While being a thinker of thoughts :) there are a lot of things to sort through; it seems writing is the perfect filter. If I get bored writing about it then it's probably a waste of my time to be the least bit concerned about it. So here I am; trying to figure out what is important. I think I have got the basics. It is important for me to believe in myself and my actions, trust myself, and listen to the sometimes hidden messages that can be uncovered only through writing. It is important for me to write, everyday. Whether or not, this is to improve my craft; whether or not I write here or in my journal, I must continue to write. I find my truth in my own words. I believe me when I write. So I ask again, Why do I write? I write to understand and to be understood. I write so I can photograph my temporary reality. My feelings are fleeting and always changing, as are my situations. I learn from the temporary hopelessness as well as the temporary hopefulness; either way I continue to learn. I am whole when I am writing.